The Boy That Flew Up To Heaven
A small boy lies on the ground,
In the middle of the street,
His blood is as red as his ball,
That ball has stopped by a car tire,
People begin to gather round,
They see their reflections in the puddle of blood,
The police ask, "Who is this boy?"
But no one answers,
They just stare at a little boy,
A child who plays no longer,
He was only trying to get his ball,
That rolled out in front of a car,
The driver put on his breaks,
But it was to late,
He didn't even have a chance to scream,
He just hit the ground,
Now he lay,
As the people stare,
Then a tall man comes round the corner,
And sees the boy,
And the ball,
He sees him lying there,
And begins to cry,
The policeman asks, "Do you know this boy?"
He says no,
They ask, "Then why are you crying?"
He said it's because he got to keep his daughter,
The policeman looks at him strangely,
He said it was his daughter's ball,
If it weren't for that little boy she'd be dead,
The police and the crowed are still confused,
They watch the an walk over to the little boy,
He picks up the lifeless body,
They all become silent,
And tears begin to fall,
This boy had saved a little girl,
He used his own body to protect hers,
He lay in the street,
Hunched over this little girl,
He saved her life,
But no one knew,
They never saw the little girl,
Run into the street,
All they saw was a little boy get hit,
A ball roll by a car,
Through her tears,
The little girls mother runs out and picks up her daughter,
She begins to smile and looks up at the sky,
Everyone asks why is she smiling a boy has just died,
She just looks at them smiles and says "No this boy didn't die. he just got
his wings and flew to Heaven."
A small boy lies on the ground,
In the middle of the street,
His blood is as red as his ball,
That ball has stopped by a car tire,
People begin to gather round,
They see their reflections in the puddle of blood,
The police ask, "Who is this boy?"
But no one answers,
They just stare at a little boy,
A child who plays no longer,
He was only trying to get his ball,
That rolled out in front of a car,
The driver put on his breaks,
But it was to late,
He didn't even have a chance to scream,
He just hit the ground,
Now he lay,
As the people stare,
Then a tall man comes round the corner,
And sees the boy,
And the ball,
He sees him lying there,
And begins to cry,
The policeman asks, "Do you know this boy?"
He says no,
They ask, "Then why are you crying?"
He said it's because he got to keep his daughter,
The policeman looks at him strangely,
He said it was his daughter's ball,
If it weren't for that little boy she'd be dead,
The police and the crowed are still confused,
They watch the an walk over to the little boy,
He picks up the lifeless body,
They all become silent,
And tears begin to fall,
This boy had saved a little girl,
He used his own body to protect hers,
He lay in the street,
Hunched over this little girl,
He saved her life,
But no one knew,
They never saw the little girl,
Run into the street,
All they saw was a little boy get hit,
A ball roll by a car,
Through her tears,
The little girls mother runs out and picks up her daughter,
She begins to smile and looks up at the sky,
Everyone asks why is she smiling a boy has just died,
She just looks at them smiles and says "No this boy didn't die. he just got
his wings and flew to Heaven."